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The Sickness in the Valley
Author: Farayola
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"The water is glowing, Jack, and the people who drank it are tearing their own skin off!"

Tobias screamed the words as he burst through the heavy palace gates, his legs buckling under him. He hit the wet stone on his knees, gasping for air, his face pale and drenched in sweat.

Jack grabbed the young scout by his leather vest, dragging him up before he collapsed completely. "Slow down. What do you mean tearing their skin off?"

"The

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    The autumn breeze off the bay carried the sharp scent of wet lime and chipped granite.Down at the narrow bottleneck where the forest road opened into the valley, three hundred people crowded around a ten-foot block of gray stone. Lady Cynthia stood on a overturned oak crate beside the monument, her dark wool cloak pinned with a bronze brooch shaped like a pine needle.Lieutenant Cross stood near the front rank of the crowd, his arms crossed over his leather doublet, his eyes fixed on the covered stone."Where is he?" Cross grumbled, leaning sideways to spit into the grass. "The whole lower district marched up here before noon, and the man of the hour is probably skinning a rabbit three miles up the creek.""He's coming," Tobias said, holding a small brass trumpet in his gloved hands. He smoothed down his clean linen collar for the fourth time. "I saw the pale wolf on the ridge five minutes ago."

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    The morning sun broke thin and cold over the northern pass, turning the smoke rising from the rubble into pale gray ribbons.Down in the muddy ravine at the foot of the rockslide, sixty Hegemony soldiers sat huddled in a tight circle on the wet flagstones. Their heavy iron breastplates lay stacked in a rusted heap twenty yards away, stripped of their red crests and brass fittings.Lieutenant Cross stood over them, resting his right hand on the hilt of his broadsword, his boots caked in thick, yellow mud."Line them up against the cliff face," Cross ordered, turning his head to spit a mouthful of dark grit onto the cobbles. "Sergeant, get twelve archers on the ledge above. We don't have the grain to feed sixty prisoners through the harvest.""Cross, stop," Jack said, stepping out from the hemlock thicket.His left sleeve was torn away completely, revealing a raw, angry trail of re

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